Page 48 of Like First Love, Again

“What if you get tired and you’re like come on already?—”

“I wouldn’t?—”

“You don’t know that?—”

“Yes, I do,” Tori vowed. “I promise. Even if we just kissed forever?—”

“If we just kiss forever, I’m going to die, Tori,” she said so seriously, Tori believed her.

“Die?” Tori breathed, eyes closing again. “If the situation is that dire, maybe you should consider doing something about it.” Her pulse raced like she was stepping out onto the ledge of a cliff.

A heart-pounding, sanity-snatching moment later, Mia responded with a whispered, “How would you do it?”

Clutching the edge of the mattress, Tori’s body ignited. She barely remembered how to speak but managed to ask, “Where are you right now?”

“On my bed,” Mia replied quietly. “In a towel.”

Fuck. Tori’s mouth went dry while the rest of her got wetter. “I’d lie back.”

She couldn’t stop picturing Mia. Couldn’t help imagining what it was like to inhale the scent of her skin after the shower. To hook a careless finger in the soft cotton and open her towel. To reveal every inch of her slowly. After waiting so long, she wanted the torment of deliberate discovery.

“I’d close my eyes,” Tori said when hers slipped closed as if she might see Mia if she just focused hard enough.

The sound of sheets rustling and the bed squeaking had the same effect of hot wax dripping over Tori’s skin. It made her ache for more. Made her wish she was in Mia’s room. That her lips were on hers while she arched into her.

“I don’t always want direct contact right away.” Tori moistened her lips, trying to remember how to breathe without hyperventilating. “I might, um, press my hand between my thighs over the towel.”

Mia’s tiny inhale into the phone was an earthquake rumbling through Tori’s core. It was the perspiration gathering at thesmall of her back. She crossed her legs to snuff out her pounding desire, but the contact only made it worse.

“Then what?”

The smoky gravel in Mia’s voice painted a vivid picture: Mia sprawled out on her bed, thighs parted, fingers pressing against the rough material. Tori wasn’t going to survive this phone call.

Mia’s breath filtered through the speaker, deep but uneven. Savoring the taste of Mia’s kiss on her lips, Tori imagined dropping to her knees at the foot of her bed.

“This is honestly so much easier with a vibrator,” Mia complained before swallowing an unfairly sexy whine.

Tori bit down on the inside of her cheek to keep from saying that she’d be happy to take over. That she’d drive at the speed of light to crawl between her thighs and replace Mia’s fingers with her tongue.

“Go under the towel,” Tori said, her racing pulse and growing desire making her tone more demanding than she’d intended.

Mia cursed, sending a new rush of need thrumming hard through Tori. She rocked forward, wishing she could just relieve the painful ache, and then she could focus on Mia.

“Who knew I’d like being told what to do?” Mia gasped and then groaned. “Fuck. I’ve never been wet like this.”

It was Tori’s turn to curse. She gripped the top of her thigh as hard as she wanted to grab Mia, the way she wanted to slip her hands under the backs of Mia’s legs and pull her to the edge of the bed in a single possessive move. To watch Mia’s sinful fingers until Tori couldn’t resist running her tongue up her dripping wet center and taking every drop for herself.

“Do you like that?” Mia’s feigned innocence signaled that she wasn’t as unsure as she had been a few minutes earlier. “Knowing that you did this to me?”

“Gather it with your fingers.” Tori’s lust took control of her mouth. “Spread it over your clit,” she said, voice steady despite the throbbing at her core.

Mia cursed again. She was on the verge of panting when she said, “I guess I really do like being on the other side of bossy.”

“I want you to use your middle finger and make the lightest circles over the very tip of your clit.” Tori released her tortured quad and let her hand fall between her thighs. “Do it so lightly that you can barely feel it.”

Mia replied with a long, slow exhale that Tori felt against her throat. Unable to resist, she pressed her own fingers to the damp fabric of her underwear.

“Lighter than that,” Tori said when Mia moaned.

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